A Glimpse of Another World
We never want to believe that there is a magical reality. We choose to ignore the half-open door leading elsewhere or a cold passage of a strange house, perhaps on the outskirts of town; and don’t want to be a part of any fantasy. Instead,…
His Glory by Sara Plukaard
On my way home, I noticed this magnificent sunset just out of town that I just could not miss. This photo was taken just outside a cemetery, in Proserpine, Whitsundays. I took great comfort watching this sunset, I stood there and watched it…
Bliss of Absence
When I feel lonesome and isolated, I usually read Shelley. Like him, I like to be a nightingale and sit in darkness, and sing to cheer my own solitude with sweet melody. As, meditating in my solitude, I find supreme bliss. Have a look at the…